I found a berry bush this morning, blooming with ripe and sweet berries to eat. I'm not sure what kind of berries they are, but they don't seem to be poisonous. I have a makeshift fruit salad for breakfast, consisting of thin banana slices, berries, chunks of mango, and pineapple chunks. I use the pilot's hat as a bowl, and I drink some coconut milk with it. The milk tastes different, but not in a distinctly good or bad way.
I still haven't made a decision on what to go about upon reaching civilization. I really would like to stop both Johnny Apples, but I know I absolutely shouldn't bother the one in the Underground. There's too many things that could go wrong. It would be best, I decide, if I didn't bother that place or anyone in it. Besides, the Underground is high-security, with many military factions. Right now, with the information I have at hand, it would be best to try to find some way to save the survivors of the plane crash by reaching civilization and telling them about the crash. I don't know any of the survivors, and, despite me being a serial killer, I do have a bit of a heart. I can charter a boat to get the survivors. (I suppose a part of me understands what it feels like to be trapped and helpless, from my time in the Underground.)
Suddenly, I hear the sharp cracking of branches from outside the copter. I crouch down in the pilot's seat, hiding from whoever or whatever it could be. The rustling of leaves signifying movement approach, closer and closer, until the helicopter door opens. A rugged man with five o'clock shadow and eating a donut stares at me, shocked, before he drops the donut on the ground. Shoot. It's a glazed one, and those are my favorites. What a waste.
"Who are you?" The man asks. I get out of a crouch position, and finally get a good look at his attire. Business casual, albeit disheveled. I narrow my eyes in disgust. I absolutely abhor business casual. He repeats himself, louder this time.
"Tell me who you are first."
The man straightens his tie. "Gold. Theodore Gold." He smirks. "As in Gold Enterprises, of course. It's one of the most elite corporations of our time, hm? Surely you must have heard of me. Gold Enterprises manufactures only the best women's lingerie. Now tell me who you are!"
"Just call me... Meg." I say.
"Were you on the plane? You must've been in economy... I was riding first class, of course."
"Was I on the plane?" I repeat. After a moment, I say, "I guess you could say so."
Theodore Gold laughs. "Stowaway, huh?"
I take the opportunity. "Oh, yes. A stowaway. Absolutely."
He gestures to the helicopter's controls with his head. "Do you fly?"
"No."
"Does it work?"
"I think so. I was fixing it up. Seems to have fuel. But it's been a while since it's run. There was a skeleton sitting right where I am now." I explain. "Do you know how to fly a plane? I want off this island."
"Oh, I want off this island, too. I'd give my third wife's life to sleep in my king size bed with satin sheets, and room service a buzz away, and a sexy woman next to me in some Gold Enterprises lingerie." Theodore Gold smirks again. "And, yes, I do fly."
I stare at him. He's strange and seems rather conceited, but he says he knows how to fly a plane. He's valuable. I decide to keep him. "Well maybe you can help us get off this island?" I say flirtatiously. He seems interested, and, as a woman, I can use his sexual interest in me to my advantage. "Perhaps you can show me some of the lingerie your company makes." I add with a wink.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Thirteen
I found a berry bush this morning, blooming with ripe and sweet berries to eat. I'm not sure what kind of berries they are, but they don't seem to be poisonous. I have a makeshift fruit salad for breakfast, consisting of thin banana slices, berries, chunks of mango, and pineapple chunks. I use the pilot's hat as a bowl, and I drink some coconut milk with it. The milk tastes different, but not in a distinctly good or bad way.
I still haven't made a decision on what to go about upon reaching civilization. I really would like to stop both Johnny Apples, but I know I absolutely shouldn't bother the one in the Underground. There's too many things that could go wrong. It would be best, I decide, if I didn't bother that place or anyone in it. Besides, the Underground is high-security, with many military factions. Right now, with the information I have at hand, it would be best to try to find some way to save the survivors of the plane crash by reaching civilization and telling them about the crash. I don't know any of the survivors, and, despite me being a serial killer, I do have a bit of a heart. I can charter a boat to get the survivors. (I suppose a part of me understands what it feels like to be trapped and helpless, from my time in the Underground.)
Suddenly, I hear the sharp cracking of branches from outside the copter. I crouch down in the pilot's seat, hiding from whoever or whatever it could be. The rustling of leaves signifying movement approach, closer and closer, until the helicopter door opens. A rugged man with five o'clock shadow and eating a donut stares at me, shocked, before he drops the donut on the ground. Shoot. It's a glazed one, and those are my favorites. What a waste.
"Who are you?" The man asks. I get out of a crouch position, and finally get a good look at his attire. Business casual, albeit disheveled. I narrow my eyes in disgust. I absolutely abhor business casual. He repeats himself, louder this time.
"Tell me who you are first."
The man straightens his tie. "Gold. Theodore Gold." He smirks. "As in Gold Enterprises, of course. It's one of the most elite corporations of our time, hm? Surely you must have heard of me. Gold Enterprises manufactures only the best women's lingerie. Now tell me who you are!"
"Just call me... Meg." I say.
"Were you on the plane? You must've been in economy... I was riding first class, of course."
"Was I on the plane?" I repeat. After a moment, I say, "I guess you could say so."
Theodore Gold laughs. "Stowaway, huh?"
I take the opportunity. "Oh, yes. A stowaway. Absolutely."
He gestures to the helicopter's controls with his head. "Do you fly?"
"No."
"Does it work?"
"I think so. I was fixing it up. Seems to have fuel. But it's been a while since it's run. There was a skeleton sitting right where I am now." I explain. "Do you know how to fly a plane? I want off this island."
"Oh, I want off this island, too. I'd give my third wife's life to sleep in my king size bed with satin sheets, and room service a buzz away, and a sexy woman next to me in some Gold Enterprises lingerie." Theodore Gold smirks again. "And, yes, I do fly."
I stare at him. He's strange and seems rather conceited, but he says he knows how to fly a plane. He's valuable. I decide to keep him. "Well maybe you can help us get off this island?" I say flirtatiously. He seems interested, and, as a woman, I can use his sexual interest in me to my advantage. "Perhaps you can show me some of the lingerie your company makes." I add with a wink.
Theodore Gold smirks yet again. He took the bait.